What is this Dimensional Chat???

Naruto's mansion, nestled in the forested outskirts of Boston, Massachusetts, is a testament to timeless elegance. Constructed long before the Roman Empire, it embodies the architectural style of an ancient order dedicated to safeguarding humanity's free will, freedom, and peace. The mansion's enduring durability is attributed to the exceptional materials and craftsmanship of its era.

Upon arrival, Satria and his family are greeted by the mansion's grandeur. Satria, initially expecting a Japanese or modern design, is taken aback by the European-inspired architecture. He remarks, "Nice house. I do not expect you to have this sort of preference. Where did you learn this style of architecture?"

Naruto responds, "Thank you. It was given by my old friend the first time I arrived in this world. This house was built in the old era and belonged to the order that protected humanity's free will, freedom, and peace."

Satria, still in awe, inquires, "How old?"

Naruto replies, "Long before the Roman Empire."

The conversation is interrupted as a white mist envelops the area, obscuring their vision. A hand covers Satria's eyes, and he feels a bite on his ear. Recognizing the aura, he exclaims, "I don't have any idea how you can change your gender, but please don't use this form to do this, it feels super weird, Kurumi."

Turning around, Satria is surprised to see a tall, black-haired man dressed in a slim-fit suit, colonel tie, single-breasted long trench coat, and knee-high boots. The man shares Kurumi's eyes and exudes elegance.



Kurumi snaps her fingers, dispelling the mist. She then holds Satria's hand and pulls him into an embrace, saying, "Do I succeed in surprising you, dear? What do you think about my form now?"

The family members, initially shocked by Kurumi's male form, are now amused by the playful interaction between her and Satria. Valiana remarks, "He is Kurumi? How?"

Fran, still adjusting to the shared concepts, comments, "What you want to do to him, Evil Spirit?!"

Koneko, observing the scene, asks Kiyohime, "Who... is he?"

Kiyohime responds, "She is one of the women my Danna-sama tied the knot to. I don't know if she can transform into a male."

Satria, feeling overwhelmed, exclaims, "Why? Why have you girls always treated me like this? I demand some respect!!!"

Kurumi, amused, shushes him with a finger and teases, "How cute~ makes me want to kiss your cute lips now."

Satria, flustered, pleads, "No!!! If you want to kiss me, please use your woman form."

"My… My… Is this what they call BL? It's surprisingly delightful!" Fatalis mused with wide-eyed wonder, her curiosity piqued by the scene unfolding before her.

The others, equally taken aback, watched their sister-wife Kurumi in her male form confidently flirt with Satria, effortlessly dominating the interaction. The suave charisma Kurumi exuded left them momentarily dazed, and to their surprise, they found themselves secretly rooting for the "couple."

Kurumi let out a playful laugh and stepped back, snapping her fingers as her male form melted away. "Just kidding~ I'm sorry to startle you all," she said with a mischievous smile, returning to her original, feminine form. Gently, she looped her arm around Satria's, her expression soft and affectionate.

Bobon blinked repeatedly, trying to process what he just witnessed. "It's so unreal! That hot dude turned into a very cute girl. What kind of world am I living in now?"

Satria, still visibly rattled, internally spiraled into existential dread. 'I'm safe... for now. I thought I was about to experience something unthinkable! She's dangerous—too dangerous. Has someone cursed me? Why is it that all the women around me are so weird and scary?!'

The family members, now understand the playful dynamics, smile and enjoy the moment. Naruto, observing the scene, asks Satria, "What... actually hell is going on? Is this a normal occurrence in your family?"

Satria, slightly embarrassed, denies, "No! What do you think my family is? We are not a bunch of weirdos!"

His girls, however, share a knowing look and think, 'If you don't want our family to be called weird by others, please reflect on your actions first, stupid Satria.'

•

Upon entering the mansion, Satria and his companions were immediately struck by the interior's resemblance to a classic American colonial home. The space exuded an aesthetic charm that transported them back in time, evoking a sense of historical elegance.

"Where is your family?" Satria inquired, noting the absence of any inhabitants.

"They're not residing here at the moment, but you'll meet them soon," Naruto replied. "America has become a less favorable place to raise a family due to the increasing number of threats disrupting the peace."

"I agree. This place isn't exactly ideal, especially with all the trouble your Avengers team constantly deals with outside," Satria replied, nodding in understanding. Even without the added threats of metahumans, terrorists, wars, and alien invasions, he could see why America wasn't the safest place to raise a family.

Reflecting on his own experiences, Satria mused, 'Not to judge, but in my past life, people in America seemed to embrace abnormalities as the norm—and that's something I could never quite wrap my head around.' He shifted his thoughts to Japan. Great for vacations, but living there? Nope.

"Living in Japan had its challenges," he muttered to himself. "People there are very individualistic, serious, and not too fond of foreigners. One time, I went out alone, and the way people stared at me made it clear they didn't want me around. It wasn't everyone, of course, but it's something I noticed." He sighed, continuing his rant. "Everything's so expensive, and when you've got a house full of girls like I do, you have to think of a thousand ways to keep everyone fed. You think my life is fun? Ha! You have no idea, pal. I'm just a high school boy in this world, and I've got to get creative to make ends meet for my family."

He chuckled bitterly. "That said, Japan has its good points too. The people are disciplined, the public facilities are top-notch, the infrastructure is excellent, and it's safe. Every country has its pluses and minuses." He paused for a moment, contemplating his life. "As for my love life? Man, I'm suffering… but in happiness, I guess. Handling strong-willed women isn't for the faint-hearted. Their, uh… libido? Absurd. It's like they're competing for me every night. The hardest part is treating all of them fairly. I'm telling you—don't even think about having a harem. Seriously. Learn from my experience and just find one normal life partner. Trust me, it's for the best."

Fatalis smirked, unable to resist teasing him. "Apa iya? Di anime tidak begitu, tuh," she said with mock innocence.

"Iya, Sayangku~ Cintaku~ Abis ini nambah satu lagi, makin pusing kepala abang," Satria replied with exaggerated drama, making Fatalis giggle.

"Ingat… banyak istri, banyak rejeki. Harus banyak bersyukur." Fatalis cooed, her tone saccharine.

"Nguawor! Wes-wes, sudah lelah abang nih," Satria groaned, throwing up his hands in mock defeat.

The group descended into the mansion's basement, where they stumbled upon a series of glowing purple portals that shimmered ominously in the dimly lit room.

"What is this?" Bobon asked, wide-eyed with curiosity.

"This," Naruto began, gesturing to the portals, "is a network I've created, connecting this house to various places."

"How did you create these portals?" Satria inquired.

Naruto smiled modestly. "It's not particularly difficult for me," he replied, drawing upon Illidan's memories. With a simple gesture, he conjured another portal as a demonstration.

Observing intently, Satria discreetly traced the magical energies at play, effectively memorizing the spell. He then encapsulated the incantation into a floating card, ensuring he could recall the appropriated spell whenever needed.

Naruto couldn't help but chuckle. "You sly brat," he remarked, shaking his head.

Satria offered a nonchalant shrug. "Apologies, but I really needed this," he admitted.

Naruto crossed his arms, giving him a deadpan look. "You could've just asked, you know."

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?" Satria replied with a cheeky grin. "Besides, it's survival of the smartest out here, right? Don't hate the player, hate the game."

Naruto pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something about "troublesome kids," while the others chuckled at the exchange. Satria, meanwhile, patted his pocket where the floating card was safely stored, satisfied with his new acquisition.

"Now follow me through the portal, guys," Naruto said, stepping through the shimmering portal. Satria and the others followed, emerging into a spacious wooden townhouse, the classic Kyomachiya style that was both elegant and timeless. The home was large enough to comfortably accommodate a big family, with its warm wooden beams and intricate design.

"Kyomachiya, huh? Are we in Kyoto now, Naruto-san?" Kiyohime asked, her eyes scanning the surroundings with interest.

Bobon chuckled softly. "I never thought I'd set foot in Japan again after being reincarnated into another world. Life sure is full of surprises."

"You're right, Kiyohime-chan! How did you guess so quickly?" Naruto asked, genuinely curious.

"Only Kyoto retains this refined culture while making efforts to preserve its traditions in the modern world," Kiyohime explained. "You have an exquisite house, Naruto-san."

Naruto beamed, proud of his home. "Thank you, Kiyohime-chan."

Kurumi, standing close to Satria, grinned mischievously. "You're right, Naruto-san. This house is exactly my taste. Dear~ How about we renovate our home to look like this? Wouldn't that be exciting?"

Satria raised an eyebrow and smirked, his playful tone matching hers. "You'll need more than that to motivate me, my beautiful lady."

"My~ Is that a challenge?" Kurumi purred, stepping closer with a sultry smile. "I can be very persuasive when the moment requires it..." Her eyes gleamed with playful intent.

Before Satria could respond, Koneko, still standing close by, gently took his hand, a quiet request for his attention. She didn't want to be left out of the conversation.

"I haven't forgotten about you, sweetie," Satria said with a soft chuckle, lifting Koneko into his arms and nuzzling her cheek. "So soft~ This is Koneko Toujou, one of our family members. I want you to get along with her, Kurumi."

Koneko's face flushed bright red, clearly embarrassed by the affectionate gesture. "Senpai... don't do this to me," she muttered, hiding her face in his shoulder.

Kurumi tilted her head, intrigued by the sight. "Is she not a little too young? But she's undeniably adorable, like a little kitten." She smiled mischievously. 'Having a cat girl as a sister-wife is a dream come true... I want to pamper her, just like Fran-chan. They're both so cute, so delicious,' she purred, her eyes glinting with a strange desire.

Koneko stiffened, her face growing even redder. "I'm just one year younger than Senpai," she protested, a mix of frustration and shyness in her voice. "Please... don't treat me like a kid."

Fran, standing nearby, could sense the tension and a chill ran down her spine. 'What is this strange feeling?' she thought, instinctively pulling back. 'I feel like this woman's plotting something...' Her instincts screamed at her to distance herself from Kurumi. There was something dangerous about her.

As the group settled into the living room, they were greeted by familiar faces.

"Jiraiya? Esdeath? What are you both doing here?" Satria asked, surprised to see them.

Jiraiya grinned. "Long time no see, Shin. I'm just visiting my grandchildren, nothing more, nothing less."

Esdeath, dressed in her black military uniform, nodded. "Indeed. It's been a while, Satria."

Satria's gaze shifted to a handsome black-haired man in a black suit. "So... You are Uchiha Itachi."

"Hn," Itachi replied, acknowledging Satria's presence.

Without warning, Satria moved with light speed, delivering a punch to Itachi's face. Itachi was sent sprawling into the garden, his Sharingan unable to track Satria's movement.

The room fell silent, everyone shocked by the sudden violence.

"Why did he attack him?!" Bobon exclaimed.

Fran responded, her voice tinged with anger. "Itachi is the one who massacred his own clan to protect a village that discriminated against them. Satria values family above all else and despises such betrayal."

Bobon was taken aback. "Is there no other way to solve their problems? That was insane."

Naruto stepped forward, his expression stern. "Satria, stop this! Not in front of the children and inside my house!"

Satria's eyes narrowed. "I don't have business with you, dobe. Answer me, Itachi. If I give you a second chance, are you going to repeat your foolishness?"

Naruto's demonic aura flared. "Keep this attitude up, and I will stand against you without hesitation. Itachi is under my protection."

The children began to cry, sensing the tension. Fran and Kurumi quickly intervened, trying to calm Satria.

Itachi, blood trickling from his mouth and a few teeth missing, struggled to his feet. He placed a trembling hand on Naruto's shoulder.

"I... deserve this, Naruto-kun. Allow me to speak with him," Itachi requested, his voice hoarse.

Naruto nodded solemnly and stepped back, giving Itachi space.

Itachi turned to Satria, his eyes filled with regret.

"I understand your anger toward me," Itachi began. "What I did to my family can't be forgiven. But please, let me clear the misunderstanding with my little brother first before you end me. I don't want my brother to put his fang on my village because of me."

Satria's eyes narrowed, his fists clenched.

"I don't care about your pitiful plea to protect your village, which forced you to do horrible things to your clan," Satria retorted coldly. "Dying won't solve the problem, you moron. It's just an easy way to escape from your guilt!"

With a swift motion, Satria delivered a powerful punch to Itachi's stomach.

"Aghhhhh!" Itachi groaned in pain, doubling over.

At that moment, a small, purple-haired girl stepped forward, her eyes wide with concern.

"Stop!!! Don't hurt Itachi onii-sama more than this!!!" she cried, standing protectively in front of Itachi.

"Masaki?" Naruto exclaimed, his voice laced with worry.

"Masaki-chan," Itachi whispered, surprised by his niece's defense.

Fran and Kurumi quickly moved to Satria's side, attempting to calm him.

"Satria! I know you cherish your family more than anything, but you're taking this too far," Kurumi said, holding his left arm.

"Just stop this, Satria! Are you not ashamed of your actions? Remember where we are right now. There are children here watching you, and I don't want the man I love to act this arrogantly," Fran added, holding his right arm and trying to stop him.

Satria's eyes flashed with authority as he addressed them. "Don't interrupt me, you two. This is my business with him, not yours. Behave!"

The pressure in his voice was palpable, and both girls quivered, kneeling before him. "We're... sorry, beloved," they apologized in unison, their heads bowed.

Satria turned back to Itachi, his gaze unwavering. "I ask you again, are you willing to change, Uchiha Itachi? Your family wouldn't want you to follow them, I assure you."

Itachi's shoulders slumped, his voice barely a whisper. "What do you want me to do? I don't have a goal to achieve. My life is too grim for me to be happy in this world."

Satria's expression softened, his tone firm yet compassionate. "Let me be blunt: if your goal is only to be killed by Sasuke and end your life, I'd rather end it now than help you. You are a genius, strong, and have a sense of justice. Someone willing to sacrifice yourself for others' sake. Go use your talent and brain to change the world instead of dying meaninglessly! If you want to redeem yourself, you must keep living to prevent another case like yours from happening again!"

Itachi's eyes widened, the weight of Satria's words sinking in. "How... do I do that?"

Satria extended his hand, his voice resolute. "Reach my hand and become my Nakama, Uchiha Itachi. I will provide you with a new path, and together we will pave a better future for everyone, including your clan."

The room remained silent, the tension palpable as Itachi contemplated Satria's offer. The weight of his past actions hung heavily in the air, but the possibility of redemption glimmered before him.

As he reached out to grasp Satria's hand, a sense of resolve settled over him. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a way to atone for his sins and build a future where his clan's legacy could be honored.

The others watched in silence, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation. Naruto's expression softened, a mixture of relief and hope in his eyes. Kurumi and Fran exchanged glances, their earlier apprehension giving way to cautious optimism.

In that moment, a new chapter began for Itachi, one where the path to redemption was uncertain but no longer closed.

Kiyohime observed Satria with a small, approving smile. She had always known that choosing him as her husband was the best decision she had ever made. This was the Satria she admired—the man who inspired others to follow him.

Valiana, standing nearby, felt a surge of desire. Seeing Satria's commanding presence awakened a deep longing within her.

Koneko, on the other hand, was speechless. She had always known Satria as playful and cunning, but now he exuded an aura of a monarch. He radiated a brilliant light that brought warmth and serenity, making those around him want to follow and trust him.

Jiraiya, observing the scene, felt a pang of concern. He had always valued the village's strength and was wary of talented ninjas like Itachi defecting.

Esdeath watched with interest, curious about the surprises Satria might reveal in the future.

Artoria, ever cautious, noted the rapid shift in Satria's demeanor. The ease with which he switched gears made her wary of the potential dangers of having him as an enemy.

Naruto, standing by, was intrigued by the path Satria had promised to Itachi. He wondered what this new alliance would mean for their future. 

Itachi stood there, astounded by Satria's words. The man before him was unlike anyone he had ever encountered in the Shinobi World. It felt as though he were standing before a Supreme Being. Deep inside, Itachi wanted to change, but the weight of his sins was almost unbearable. Doubts clouded his mind—did someone like him even deserve a second chance at life? Yet, Satria's words resonated with him. He couldn't remain a coward forever. Maybe following this man was the way forward.

"I... I want to change... to become a better person than I am now," Itachi replied, extending his hand to Satria, ready to escape the darkness that had consumed him for so long.

"Good answer." Satria's hand glowed with a golden beam, enveloping Itachi in light as it healed his body, eradicating his ailments.

Itachi staggered back slightly, astonished. "What did you do to me, Satria-kun?" he asked, feeling his body surge with vitality. It was a miracle—he felt stronger than ever, as if his past had been completely washed away.

"I healed your illness," Satria said casually, a slight grin on his face. "As a boss, I must create a healthy environment for my Nakama."

Itachi bowed deeply, his gratitude sincere. "Thank you for trusting me, for giving me a second chance. I promise to be loyal to you, Satria-sama, and help you achieve your goals."

Satria looked into Itachi's eyes, sensing no deceit in his heart. "I'm glad to hear it," he replied, acknowledging Itachi's vow.

Inside his mind, Satria added, As you wish. I'll give him a chance. Let's hope this doesn't come back to bite us later.

Meanwhile, Fatalis observed the scene, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Thank you for pardoning him, puppy," she said, her voice sweet. "Everything's going according to my plan."

Satria noticed the little girl standing before him, visibly shivering, and he knelt to her level with a gentle smile. "I'm sorry for scaring you, little lady. What's your name?"

"My name is... Uzumaki Masaki," she answered, her voice soft.

"Masaki... That's a beautiful name," Satria said as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. "Want to play a game? Write down what you want on this paper and keep it hidden from me."

Masaki nodded, eagerly taking the paper and scribbling her wish on it before hiding the paper in her palm.

"Now, close your eyes and count from three to zero," Satria instructed, his tone warm and encouraging.

Masaki began counting, her eyes closed tight.

"Three... Two... One... Zero."

When she opened her eyes, the paper she held had transformed into a purple plushie unicorn.

"Eh! How did the paper become the unicorn I wanted? Is this for me, Onii-chan?" Masaki asked, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"Yes, it is," Satria replied with a soft chuckle, gently patting her head. "It's my way of apologizing to you, little princess. Please accept it."

Masaki blushed, clutching the plushie to her chest, her face hidden behind it as she whispered, "Thank you."

Before the moment could linger, a sudden voice cut through the air.

"Satria!" All his girls turned to him with piercing glares.

"Don't you dare steal my little princess from me, bastard!!!" Naruto yelled, pulling his daughter closer and glaring at Satria with protective fury.

"Huh? What did I do?" Satria blinked, completely bewildered. He had only meant to apologize, nothing more. "Why are you all looking at me like that? I just wanted to be kind."

"Because... you're a lolicon," Fatalis casually dropped the bombshell, her smirk sly.

"What?! Unbelievable! I'm not a lolicon!" Satria quickly protested, his eyes wide. "For proof, I rejected Fran like a proper gentleman before."

"True..." Fatalis acknowledged, though she didn't look entirely convinced. "But... you'll accept her at some point, right?"

Satria paused. "I mean, I've given her the choice and the time. If she still hasn't changed her mind in the future, then I'll... take responsibility for her." His words hung in the air, awkwardly.

"See? That's enough proof," Fatalis smirked. "You're a lolicon."

"No! Let's be real here! Fran and I only have a three-year gap! That doesn't make me a lolicon, you stupid Neet dragon!!!" Satria argued.

"Geez... He's back to his usual self again," Fatalis muttered, rolling her eyes. "Baka Satria."

To be continued...